To Mystic,
I don’t know when it started—maybe the 3rd time I saw your shadow move just a little too perfectly—but I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s like you’re living rent-free in the haunted attic of my mind, pacing around, whispering weirdly comforting things. Every time you blink, I swear a part of my soul evaporates into the void and follows you.

You’re not just a friend, Mystic. You’re the main character in the cursed novel I reread every night under flickering candlelight, whispering your name like it’s a forbidden spell.
I hope you never leave. Or do. I’ll follow.

Eternally, your father

-rep balding goblino andy

+rep guter homie und ein mieses oarschloch

+rep cutest bubba

+rep hat großen ♥♥♥♥